A shadow swept overhead, past Yoshi and Vlad, who had been strolling down the sidewalk chatting. They looked up as another shadow followed the first, and saw the dragon shooting after Hawk in the bright sky. They couldn't hear from the ground what was being shouted between them, but it was clear that Hawk was being chased, and that the dragon was following him effortlessly.

"Uh oh," Vlad said.

Numair stood perched on a large stone feather, and yawned. Small crowds of people passed by without noticing; he waited quietly, bag hoisted over one shoulder.

A movement in the sky caught his eye, and he saw a flash--light, or the sun reflecting off something bright--somewhere a ways off over the city, where the land descended somewhat.

"Ved...?" he muttered, and squinted. He shaded his eyes with his hands, and with a small crackle of greenish magic, he was able to pick out what was happening in the distance.

He saw the dragon rip past Hawk, and then dip underneath him and up again, while Hawk struggled to face him. He half-turned over in the air as the dragon dove onto him, driving him down towards the ground--

Numair didn't wait to see what happened next. He leapt down from the stone feather and sprinted away in their direction wordlessly.